david

i found the rain
under a rock
the worms seemed happy about it
and burrows showed the way
to pale roots
sojourners
in darkness
in drought

i found the lightning
under the wheel of your zippo
you seemed happy about it
the smoke rose up
and melted into a rain cloud
it held the words of your story close
like a rock
and your story quenched my thirst
and you
you seemed happy about it